Chamber of Secrets

I dreamt of snakes in the house that I live in. I do not recognize the house. For what seemed like days I danced upon chairs and tables, watching as homegrown snakes circle their bodies below me, whispering private thoughts.

“Enemies of the heir beware.”

I am afraid of snakes just as I am afraid of insects. In the dream my mother was assigned the task to get rid of them somehow. Which makes me feel strangely feminine.

I can smell the streets beyond my high school walls; I see those golden leaves chasing my footsteps. I see lights go on as the evening descends, and burn innocuously throughout the darkest of nights.

January 28, 2018